Wood Nymph
The Tombstone
The old woman's face is contorted
and her life is filled with sadness.
She changes the flowers on his tombstone
and remembers yesterday's gladness.
She slowly stoops and kisses the stone
relucantly turns to wave goodbye.
He was the great love of her life.
Entering their home, she begins to cry.
There will never be another;
and she sips a bowl of soup.
There's no one left to mourn.
The emptyness that invades her soul
makes her want to follow him Home.
and her life is filled with sadness.
She changes the flowers on his tombstone
and remembers yesterday's gladness.
She slowly stoops and kisses the stone
relucantly turns to wave goodbye.
He was the great love of her life.
Entering their home, she begins to cry.
There will never be another;
and she sips a bowl of soup.
There's no one left to mourn.
The emptyness that invades her soul
makes her want to follow him Home.
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The Tombstone
The Tombstone
